| Gold bottle affair |
| Triple A |
| Holiday Season |
| Menace, Ice |
| I can never ever switch my gang up |
| When you came from nothing hard to change up |
| My nigga, we on |
| Champagne cases at my doorstep |
| I got classic shit, I ain’t record yet |
| My nigga, we on |
| Foreign take them police on a chase |
| One by one, I got my niggas til they straight, it’s a race, we gone |
| Talking how you got it, we gon' see about it |
| Disrespect the family, they gon' read about it |
| We on |
| Talking how they getting it, we gon' see |
| Paparazzi follow me, you cannot call, I’m out of reach |
| I can see, promise momma, shit I know she proud of me |
| I’m too high for this, it’s quiet guess it’s all this loud in me |
| Privacy, I pull up like I just hit the lottery |
| I could take they flow, they can’t take mine, the greatest I could be like Ali |
| Let me get Cardi her flow back, mention my name and it’s so packed |
| You taking pictures with niggas hating on me, watch what you say when you post |
| that |
| From the Dirt Entertainment, check the name yea bitch I own that |
| Your baby father trying to rap, I could sign that nigga, tell him why I wrote |
| that |
| Every bar I spit they quote that, I’m a living legend and they know that |
| I pull up like where’s the smoke at, this for my niggas that sold packs |
| I can never ever switch my gang up |
| When you came from nothing hard to change |
| My nigga, we on |
| Champagne cases at my doorstep |
| I got classic shit, I ain’t record yet |
| My nigga, we on |
| Foreign take these police on a chase |
| One by one, got my niggas til they straight, it’s a race, we gone |
| Talking how you got it, we gon' see about it |
| Disrespect the family, they gon' read about it Border |
| We on |
| Holding my own, holding the chrome |
| Baby girl was steady blowing my phone, don’t want these hoes |
| Baby let me get this paper straight, wasted time niggas love to hate |
| Thinking I’m on 1st Ave, East got me in another state |
| Suck me til her jaw lock, probably ran through her whole block |
| Never talking money, just some shit that they done heard about |
| Had the baking soda, I’m just hoping that this coke would drop |
| Off a Percocet, my Dyckman bitch, she just love the sex |
| Wanna wait but first they hated cause they knew we next |
| Coke all up on my hands, all a nigga ever knew was stress |
| Tell me what you in here for, tired of ducking |
| Got it less than you get it for, couple products I’m clicking off |
| Go get it, they hate to see it, here I got a reason |
| In the trench I got the demons, bring the bitch I love to eat it |
| Ducked another court case, streets ain’t giving up no breaks |
| Give a fuck what them hoes say, this life gon bring the most hate cause |
| I could never switch up on my niggas, grab a pistol for my niggas |
| If I got it, they gon' get it, God willin' |
| I’m in it and I ain’t making no pit stops |
| Ain’t chasing no bitch 'round, cook up and ditch the grams now |
| I can never ever switch my gang up |
| When you came from nothing hard to change |
| My nigga, we on |
| Champagne cases at my doorstep |
| I got classic shit, I ain’t record yet |
| My nigga, we on |
| Foreign take these police on a chase |
| One by one, got my niggas til they straight, it’s a race, we gone |
| Talking how you got it, we gon' see about it |
| Disrespect the family, they gon' read about it |
| We on |